Frost on the pine

Frost on the pine

Breath in the dark

No stars to guide

No sacred mark

The wind is a blade

Cutting the stone

Walking this valley

Of ice and bone

Windows a door

Shadows on the floor

Drums beat slow

Nowhere else to go

Gold upon the snow

Watch the river freeze

Bending to the knees

Silence is thick

Heavy as lead

Speaking of the living Belonging to the dead

One final step

Into the grave The night has swallowed The light of day

Windows a door

Shadows on the floor

Drums beat slow

Nowhere else to go

Gold upon the snow

Watch the river freeze

Bending to the knees Cold,

dark,

frozen